Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shitI get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fitsThe gangsta type, what I recites kinda lethalNiggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no equalI'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe because of the toneI kicks when I grip the mic and kick shitNiggas can't fuck withSo remember I go hardcore, and slam'Nough respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van DammeSo any nigga that claim they bossingWhat don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and SlausonTake a walk through the hood when we up to no goodSlanging them things like a real O.G. should,I'm stacking and macking and packing a ten soWhen you're slipping, I slip the clip inBut ain't no set tripping'Cause it's Death Row, rolling like the mafiaThink about whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping yaAin't nothing but a busterI'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckersNow you know you're outdoneFeel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

No prevention from this mention of sortsYou're a victim, from my driveby of thoughtsNo extensions, all attempts are to failBlinded by the light, it's time you learn braileFrom the lunatic, I death like arsenicWhen I kick up wicked rapsDr. Dre will kick the scratchWith treachery, my literary form will blastAnd totally surpass the normNot a storm, plural, make it, many stormsWhen I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and armsIn this dimension, I'm the presenterAnd the inventor, and the tormentorDeranged, like the hillside stranglerMC mangler, tough like WranglerI write a rhyme, hard as concreteStep to the heat and get burned like mesquiteSo what you wanna doThe narrator RBX, cell block two

Rage, lyrical murdererStranded on Death RowAnd now I'm serving a lifetime sentenceThere'll be no repentanceSince it's the life that I choose to leadI plead guiltyOn all counts let the ball bounce where it mayIt's just another clip into my AKBuck em down with my underground tacticsFacts and stacks of clips on my mattressBed frame there's another dead painLaying lain with the shame, who's to blameMe, the lady of RageOn when I'm coming from the D-E-A-T-H inR-O-W taking, no shitSo flip and you're bound to get droppedIt's 187 on motherfuckers don't stopHandcuffed as I bust there'll be no debateIt's Rage, from cell block eight

Ayo stepping through the fogAnd creeping through the smogIt's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy DoggMaking videos, now I stay in HollywoodBusting raps for my snaps now they call me EastwoodDre is the doctor and my homey little niggaWarren G is my hand and my hand's on the triggaShooting at the hoes with the game that I gotSent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my rocksAnd I'm still, serving for mines, peaceTo my motherfucking homies doing timeIn the pen and the county jailMobbing with your blues on, mad as hellAnd you say yeah fuck the policeAnd all the homies on the streets is all about peaceAnd it's driving the cops crazyBut ain't nothing but a black thing bay-beeNo I'm not flagging, but I'm just saggingI betcha don't wanna see the D-O double GAnd you can't see, the D-R to the EOr my motherfucking homey D.O.C.You know you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJThat's my homey and we call him Warren GYeah, and you don't stopDoggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg PoundThat's the only way we'll beat em manWe gotta smoke em, then choke emLike the motherfucking peter manIt's like three and to the twoAnd two and to the oneCell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done